Imu looked at the cracks in the barrier.
Rather than angry, he seemed pleasantly surprised.
The taunting had reached its peak.
"Again!"
Imu chuckled.
He clearly wanted to see Randall's limits.
Randall's nostrils twitched.
Behind him, Seven Light Balls suddenly rose.
The seven balls of light seemed linked as one, radiating terrifying power.
Imu's eyes lit up.
"You're good. Very good.
To achieve this much with a mortal body...
You have every right to be proud!"
Randall's heart stirred at those words.
A mortal body?
So you're saying you're not mortal?
Was that just an arrogant claim?
Or was there something real behind it?
As he thought, the seven balls of light abruptly compressed together.
Energy condensed into liquid flowed into Randall's right fist.
Anyone would have believed that this punch could pierce the Red Line.
"Galaxy Shatter!"
His fist slammed into the barrier.
This time, the indestructible barrier lasted only a second before shattering.
Carrying unstoppable momentum, his fist continued forward.
But a moment before it struck Imu's face, a hand suddenly caught it.
There was no tremendous spectacle.
Nothing at all.
The energy on his fist seemed to have been absorbed.
Randall stared at Imu's hand in shock.
Black smoke curled around it.
"The Dark-Dark... Fruit?"
Right. He already had so many Devil Fruit powers.
One more Dark-Dark Fruit wasn't really that strange.
"...I've been meaning to ask. How exactly did you do this?"
Randall suddenly relaxed.
He had no choice.
Galaxy Shatter was his most powerful offensive move.
Yet even that couldn't leave a scratch on Imu.
What was the point of fighting, then?
He might as well try to get some information out of him.
Imu kept hold of Randall's fist.
Randall's expression changed.
He could feel his strength draining away.
Randall pulled backward.
But Imu's